There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around
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Where they throw the hoolihan and a bunch of beer cans
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All over that little cow town from Friday night to Sunday afternoon
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The party goes on nonstop
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Ranch hands and rodeo fans are drinking up the very last drop
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And they all head for Montana at the foot of the Great Divide
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To tie one up or tie one on or to tear it down or ride
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So if you're lookin' for a rondavue where the Wild West never dies
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You best make it on up to Montana on the right day in July
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Now there's some college boys from Missoula here school is just let out
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They got a keg of beer on a tub of ice in the back of a brand new Scout
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Well they're all longhorns and as sure as you're born
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They'll be checkin' those honey's out
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And the girls in the cut off jeans might just show 'em what its all about
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And there's Indians from the ranches all dressed up in cowboy clothes
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Snap button shirts and silver belt buckles and boots with pointed toes
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Short hair Stetson hats swiggin' on a jug of Yellow Stone
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Well they look more like cowboys then the cowboys I have known
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And there's some hippies here from God knows where a puffin' up a cloud of smoke
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They got hair down past their shoulders and their clothes are a national joke
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They got beads and leather and bells and feathers and moccasins for shoes
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Well they look more like Indians than the real live Indians do
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And then there's barrel racers and a bull riders and bronc stompers to boot
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Struttin' their stuff like Peacocks out in back of the chutes
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Tight Levis fancy chaps spurs with five star rowels
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And the bull just stands there chewin' his cud lookin' wiser than a tree full of owls
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And they all head for Montana...
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There's A Rodeo In Montana
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Chris LeDoux |